Isn't Someone Missing Me?
By: Emeraldragon (formally known as Ashie)
Summary: After Harry's battle with Voldemort, Harry dies and meets Persephone, the guardian of the afterlife. She bargains that Harry can be brought back to life if he can find one person whose life was completely ruined by his death. Harry's soul sets out on possibly his toughest mission yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry or any of his co-characters. They rightfully belong to JKRowling. The song, "Missing" belongs to Evanescence.
Isn't Someone Missing Me? -Pt. Four of Four"Draco, it'll be okay. Everything will be fine." Harry gently pried Draco's hands off of his chest. "You have to let me go."
"But…"
"Shhh." Harry put a finger to his lips, and then leaned down, and kissed Draco. Draco's eyes widened for a moment, and then kissed back. Harry pulled away.
Draco watched helplessly as Harry walked out the door, and out of the building.
"You know," Draco whispered to himself. "I love you, and I don't know why. That's the biggest clue that leads me to believe that you're my Harry. Ever since I saw you, I couldn't help but love you."
From his balcony, his watched as Harry turned into an alleyway that had a dead end. Perplexed, he saw Harry take something out of his pocket and place it around his neck. Harry put his wand tip up to his temple. With a sudden realization, Draco watched in horror as a green light issued from Harry's wand. Harry lied upon the ground, not moving.
Draco crumbled to the ground as he realized that the only two people he had ever
loved were now dead.
"Draco?" Hermione asked, standing in the Weasley's kitchen. She had turned around to find Draco tumbling out of the fireplace, pale and looking half-alive. "What's wrong?"
"He's dead, Hermione," Draco cried, dry sobs wracking his body. "He's dead, he's dead, in the alley, please-"
"Who's dead, Draco?" Hermione whispered, pulling Draco into a hug, suspecting that Draco had finally broke down over Harry's death. "Is it Harry?"
"Yes, no-I don't know! I don't know anymore!" Draco mumbled incoherently into Hermione's hair. All she managed to make out was "James is Harry", "dead", and "alley,". After hearing this, she quickly pulled Draco off.
"James?" she asked, very confused. "James is dead?"
"Yes, in the alley…"
Hermione, horribly frightened, screamed. "RON!" Footsteps were heard running down the stairs, and seconds later Ron burst into the room, also looking scared.
"Draco?" he asked, taking in Draco's rough appearance. "Hermione, what's wrong?"
"Draco says that James is dead," she reached forward and grabbed Ron roughly by the arm. "We need to go back to his apartment and find out what's going on."
Hermione grabbed enough Floo Powder for the three of them, and threw hers into the flames. "Number Twenty-third Hughstang Lane!" The flames turned emerald, and she walked in, the flames consuming her.
Ron then ushered Draco to go next, who was still shaking madly. He repeated his address, and too, was gone. Ron then followed suite.
When Draco and Ron had finally fallen out of the fireplace in Draco's living room, Hermione was nowhere in sight.
"Hermione?" Ron called. There was no response, but Draco moved forward, turning down the only hall in the apartment. Ron followed, relieved to see Hermione standing in the doorway of a room at the end of the hall. She had her back to them, but it was obvious she had her hands at her mouth. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. He moved forward to see what Hermione was staring at, but Draco shoved him out of the way, and ran up to Hermione.
"NO!" he yelled hysterically, and tried to slam the door to keep them from seeing. Ron was too fast, however. He quickly overpowered Draco, and standing next to Hermione, opened the door as wide as he could.
Ron wretched at the smell that met his senses and put his hands over his face, completely aghast.
Hermione and Ron were seeing this room for the first time. It was completely filled with all of Harry's possessions, from his wand to the Dress Robes he used for he Yule Ball. Newspaper clippings, pictures, and shelves littered with Harry's things lined the walls.
However, Harry's possessions were not what was causing Hermione and Ron's hair stand on end. It was Draco's blood, which was not only still there, but had finally seeped to its maximum size. It now covered half of the carpet, stretching from the farthest corner to the center of the room.
"Draco?" Hermione asked through her hands. "Whose blood is this?"
"Hermione, please, we need-"
"Whose blood, Draco?" she asked again, with a tone that showed Draco that he was not going to get out of his predicament.
"Mine," he said quietly, and lowered his head when Hermione and Ron spun around to look at him.
"The Blood Replenishing Potion…" Hermione said to herself, putting two and two together.
"How did this happen, Draco?"
"It's not important!" he yelled, and walked past them, this time forcefully closing the door and locking it. "I told you! James is dead! What does it matter if my blood's on the carpet?" Dry sobs began to surge through Draco again. Hermione stepped forward.
"Show us what you mean, Draco."
Draco took them out onto the balcony, and threw down the emergency stairs. They walked down onto the side of the road, and into the alley.
Draco ran forward ahead of Hermione and Ron, and collapsed next to Harry's body. Draco collected him into his arms, holding him almost protectively. Hermione and Ron stood there as if paralyzed, watching the scene unfold as if in a horror movie. Harry's wand fell to the ground from his limp hand.
"How did this happen?" Ron demanded, a mixture of disbelief, despair, and anger on his face. "Who did this?"
"He did," Draco whispered, burying his face in Harry's unmoving chest. "He killed himself,"
"What?" Hermione snapped. "Why would he do that?"
"He said…" Draco shook his head, clearly distraught. "He said that he had to leave, and that he had something to do. Then he walked out here and killed himself." Draco sobbed painfully into the crook of Harry's neck. "Why, James? Why?" he said so quietly that Hermione and Ron couldn't hear. "I love you…why?"
Hermione gasped and pointed down at Harry's body. "Draco, look!"
Draco looked down at Harry, and cried out in shock. Harry's body was slowly disappearing, vanishing right before their eyes. "No!" Draco yelled, holding onto Harry tighter. It was no use, however. Seconds later, Harry's second body was gone, leaving Draco alone.
"Persephone!" Harry called, running forward into the temple. "PERSEPHONE!"
"Quiet down already!" snapped Persephone, materializing in her throne at the back of the temple. "I'm right here, there's no need to yell!"
"I've found him," Harry said, his hands shaking with anxiety. "I found the one,"
"Have you now?" she asked, sounding as if nothing made her happier. "And? Who is it?"
"Draco Malfoy,"
"Draco, hmm? Your lover?"
"Yes, is he the one? Is Draco the one?" Harry said wildly, running his hands through his hair. Persephone grinned wickedly.
"Tell me about what you've found out about him."
Harry told Persephone everything, from meeting with McGonagall up to when Harry took off the pendant given to him by Persephone.
"Wait," she said suddenly, looking angry. "You took off the amulet? Even though I specifically told you not to?"
"Yes!" snapped Harry, flabbergasted. "It knocked Draco unconscious!"
"So? He was fine!" Persephone stood up from her chair, and began pacing around the room. "Harry…you cheated."
"I what?"
"You cheated. The amulet was not only your guide back to my temple when you died, but also the gate that kept your memories from you." Persephone shook her brilliant head. "What happened after you took it off? I assume your memories returned to you?"
"Yes," Harry said and continued with his story. By the end, Persephone was still pacing, her expression deep in thought.
"So, is Draco the one? Can I return to my life?"
"I don't know, Harry," she said, sighing. "You had your memories returned to you much earlier than they should have been. It was part of the deal that you wouldn't remember anyone,"
"But it didn't help me!" Harry said, horrified that Persephone might not let him go back, that because he took off the amulet he might have failed his mission. "I would have persisted with Draco until I knew for sure if he was the one or not! The only way the memories helped me was to heal his cuts! But if I didn't I know I would have been able to convince him to do it himself," Harry strode up to Persephone, and grabbed both of her hands. "Please," he pleaded, staring up into her amethyst eyes with desperation. "Let me go back. I swear, despite the fact that I took the amulet off, the outcome would still be the same. Please, Persephone. Believe me."
Persephone flushed, looking down at Harry's hands, which were grasping hers desperately. She sighed, a smile playing on her lips.
"Harry, you little devil!" she laughed, talking her hands out of his. "Having a boyfriend to go back to, and still hitting on me!"
"You mean I can go back?" Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. Persephone shrugged.
"Well, there's no denying that he is the one that you were looking for. And I suppose that you're right; with or without your memories, you would have still found out about Draco."
"Thank you! Thank you so much! When can I leave?" Harry said, a huge smile on his face, shaking in excitement.
"I'll miss you, Golden Boy." Persephone said, holding out her hand. Harry quickly reached out to take it, and between their hands a bright light shined, just like before. "You are a real looker, and so sweet and honest. You tell your lover that I say he's lucky to have you."
The light issuing form their hands was beginning to consume him when Harry panicked. "Wait!" he yelled, his vision started to be obscured; He could barely see Persephone anymore. "You never told me how I'd return! Will I be in my body?"
Persephone only winked at him. "Good-bye, Harry!" Harry screamed out at her again, only his voice was gone. Seconds later, he too, had disappeared.
Harry knew he was unconscious. He had been drifting through unconsciousness for what he felt had surely been days. It wouldn't have bothered him that much, except that he was in the most pain he had ever felt. It was far worse than any 'Crucio', and he just wished he could wake up and have someone make it stop. Surely no one knew he was hurting if he was unconscious? But then, he thought, the pain was more than physical. There was a type of emotional and mental pain that was indescribable. He felt as if his soul had been ripped apart….
And then he remembered what he had viewed inside of Slughorn's memory, back in his sixth year. Slughorn's voice had told Tom Riddle, "Killing rips the soul apart." Harry knew, now, why he was in so much pain. Some of it must be from killing Voldemort. It made him angry to know that killing the one person that had ruined his entire life ripped his soul to pieces, even though he felt no remorse, and only peace.
Something was different, and Harry sensed it. Harry was still in pain, and unable to move in any way, but yet he was conscious. He could feel the air going into his lungs, being helped by some sort of spell, for he was not breathing on his own. He could feel the uncomfortable sensation of liquids and nutrients being injected into his body, and the attachments on his chest and head, which he assumed was to keep track of all brain functions and his heart beat.
He could also hear, but his mind was foggy, and had a horrible time trying to concentrate and understand what was going on around him. He could feel someone holding his hand, and knew that person was obviously waiting for something.
Desperate for the pain to stop, Harry tried as hard as he could to express that he was indeed awake and in pain. He couldn't open his eyes, let alone talk. Frustrated, and feeling his energy beginning to ebb away, tears formed in his eyes. He felt them sliding down his cheeks, and tried as hard as he could not to pass out again.
Amazingly, he felt his hand being squeezed suddenly, and a voice was getting louder, almost as if desperately trying to reach him. Harry strained his ears, trying to understand the shouting and distant noises. Eventually, he could clearly hear someone calling out.
"Harry! Harry, please, open your eyes for me. Please, Harry, open your eyes…tell me why you are crying so I can help you," The voice was familiar, and seemed like the remedy for his pain, for it diminished slightly. "Are you in pain, Harry?" the voice asked again, and all Harry wanted to do was able to scream and cry for someone to help him. He tried to move, just a little, to signal to that person that they were right. "Are you hurting?"
Harry felt his hand twitch, and barely squeeze the person's hand. There was immediately panic, and Harry's senses were once again jumbled, the sound strange and distorted. However, the familiar voice was clear. "Don't worry, Harry. You're getting help right now. We're going to get rid of the pain for you. Don't worry…."
Harry blacked out again.
The first thing that registered with Harry the next time he woke was that he was breathing on his own. It was also very quiet, only a few clicks here and there, and the sound of someone's breathing besides his own. He was still in pain, but it had lowered dramatically. Harry could tell it was dark, for there was no lightness shining through his closed eyelids.
Harry breathed in deeply, only to have a terrible coughing fit that set his aching body on fire. There was a slight scuffling next to him, and he tried to stop coughing so that he could hear what was going on. Then there was a hand on his face, stroking his cheek, and his hand was grasped again.
"Harry? Are you awake?" someone whispered. Harry blearily opened his eyes, only to quickly close them again. Even though it was dark, the slight amount of light from the dim lights in the room was much more than the darkness of unconsciousness he was now accustomed to. After a short few seconds, he opened them again.
"Harry?"
Harry turned his head to the side, laying his eyes on Draco for a mere second, before his was captured in a light hug.
"Harry! I was so scared…I've been waiting for you to wake up for so long." Draco then stood up quickly, and Harry's smile faltered to see tears falling out of Draco's silver eyes.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Harry asked, his voice dry and barely louder than a whisper, and his throat hurting horribly. Harry squeezed Draco's hand.
"I…I can't believe you're here,"
Harry's eyes widened in sudden realization; He was back! He looked around, seeing that he was in Hogwarts' hospital wing, and wondered what had happened since he had left Persephone.
"Draco, what happened?" he asked, and Draco sat back down in his chair, a peculiar expression on his face.
"I'm not really sure. After you killed Voldemort, I brought you back here with Hermione and Ron. By the time we had you here, you were pronounced dead. Pomfrey did all she could to help…but your magic was nearly gone, you were bleeding profusely, and you were bodily exhausted."
"I was bleeding?" Harry asked, surprise evident in his voice. "But Dray…I wasn't hit with anything,"
"I know. You told me right before you…well, before you died. I thought it was just something your mind was processing before death, but you were right. Pomfrey at first couldn't find the source of the blood…but in the end, she did."
"Why was I bleeding?"
"Harry…you were…." Draco stopped, and shook his head, as if deciding something. "Don't think about that yet. I'll tell you as soon as you're better…it's something we can't talk about here."
Harry said nothing, but couldn't help but think about it. He put it to the back of his mind after a few moments, and Draco continued.
"They were just about to cover your body when your heart started beating again. Pomfrey was baffled. She immediately went back to work on you, and had you stabilized within minutes. She said that you were in something like a coma. You were between the living and the dead. You were in a type of safeguard. You were protecting yourself by staying unconscious long enough to build up your magic reserves. She said that your magic would probably never be able to restore itself, and that there was a good chance that you'd never wake up.
"Everyone, except me, lost hope after a while. And then, out of nowhere, you woke up. It was only for about a minute, but it was more than expected. I was sitting here, and then your brain waves sort of sped up, and I looked at your face and saw that you were crying…" Draco faltered at this, and wiped the tears out of his eyes. "I was so scared…you seemed to be in so much pain, and I couldn't do a thing."
Harry's eyes widened. It felt like only a few days ago since he was in that pain…but he died and went to Persephone before the pain…it didn't make any sense. The pain was after he returned…yet according to Draco it was if he never died at all.
"Draco," Harry said. "How long ago was the battle? Over three months, right?"
"No," Draco, said, frowning. "It was about a month ago. You've been asleep for a month."
Harry closed his eyes, trying to understand what was going on. It was almost if…
"We went back in time, Harry." Draco said quietly. Harry's eyes snapped open.
"What?"
"Time reversed itself…no one noticed, except us."
"You remember? You remember when I died?"
Draco nodded, shaking and pale. "I have two sets of memories. One, where you died…and someone called James came and asked me all about you…and I remember when you were in the coma for a month. I don't know what's going on…I'm so confused."
Harry gasped in realization. Persephone didn't bring him back to life…. "She made sure I lived…."
"Harry," Draco mumbled, looking down at his lap. "Were you…were you James?"
Harry smiled a little. "It's a very long story, Draco."
"Do you think that you could tell it to me…once you're out of here?"
"Of course," Harry yawned. Draco leaned over and gave Harry a light kiss on the forehead.
"You need to sleep, baby. As soon as you're better, we can go back to your flat and talk about everything. But now, you just need to rest."
Harry nodded. "Will you sleep with me?" Harry slowly moved over a little, motioning next to him. Draco beamed and stood from his chair. Careful not to hurt Harry, he got into the bed. Harry rested his head against Draco's chest.
"I love you, Dray."
"I love you too, Harry."
They were both asleep within minutes.
Two weeks later Harry was released form the infirmary, relatively healthy once more. Only his magic was stunted: Pomfrey said that his magical level would never be what it had been before. Harry was still possibly the strongest wizard that had ever lived, but if put in the same situation again, he would never be able to defeat Voldemort. Harry didn't mind at all, he was just happy that he still had enough power to keep his and Draco's mind link.
Harry and Draco walked down to their flat, hand-in-hand, both smiling at each other. It had been a very tense two weeks in the hospital wing, and both were glad to finally be rid of it.
Ron and Hermione had come in the next morning, both very emotional. Hermione had nearly smothered him to death in hugs and drowned him in tears. Ron was very quiet at first, just staring at Harry expressionlessly, but Harry saw the tears in his eyes. After a few times of asking Ron what was bothering him, Ron dissolved into tears as well, and latched onto Harry. Harry was a bit uncomfortable at Ron's breakdown, and after reassuring Ron several times that he was fine, Ron finally let go. Draco was in a fit of giggles by that time, but hugged Ron as well (only after Ron tried to throw a punch at him).
All of the staff had also come in to see Harry, to offer him words of thanks and congratulations. Harry just merely flushed and insisted that it wasn't that big of a deal, but the professors would hear none of it. Hagrid was, of course, hysterical and Harry actually got teary eyed at Hagrid's display. McGonagall was also teary, telling Harry that Dumbledore would have been very proud. Harry was an emotional wreck for the rest of the day.
Harry opened the door to his flat for what was surely to be one of the last times. While Harry had been in a coma, school had been let out for the summer holiday, and the Seventh Years had graduated. Harry and Draco were only going to stay there for another week, while they sorted out their affairs and find a flat, preferably in Hogsmead or Wizarding London.
Harry and Draco walked into the living room, and began to pack their belongings. They talked merrily to each other, their conversation light, but also strained. Both had other things on their mind, mainly the conversations that both had been avoiding. However, by the end of the night, they settled down in overly comfortable armchairs, facing each other.
"So…." Harry said, slightly tapping his fingertips against the armrest. "Do you want to go first or me?"
"You go," Draco said, raking a hand through his hair.
Harry nodded and launched into his story, starting at his and Voldemort's battle (for no one was sure how he did it), all the way to saying good-bye to Persephone. Draco was silent the entire time, wringing his hands, and at certain times crying silently. When Harry was finished, they sat in silence for a few moments.
Eventually, Draco spoke. "Something just doesn't fit, Harry."
Harry frowned, a curious expression on his face. "What doesn't?"
"You've told me the story of your third year, when you and Hermione used a Time Turner to save your godfather. By the way you explained, it sounded as if you didn't alter time at all."
Harry looked at Draco, completely confused. Draco sighed, trying to explain what he meant.
"For instance, you used Buckbeak to fly to the window of the room Sirius was in, right? When Buckbeak was executed, you thought you heard the ax cutting off his head, when in reality it was just the sound of the angry executioner. Also, you had kept the dementors at bay, even before you went back in time. So, technically, you didn't change anything; you just reenacted what you had already done in the future.
"So what I don't understand is how you actually died and then came back to life, two months earlier. It doesn't make sense. If you had been destined to go to Persephone, then you would have never died in the first place. Do you see what I mean?"
"I think so," Harry mumbled. "What you're saying is that I should have never died at all, because I was going to end up coming back anyway?"
"Exactly. Time has somehow blended together. Instead of me just remembering you dying, or you living, I remember both. It's as if there are two time dimensions."
"I understand what you're saying, Dray. But I just don't understand why it matters. I mean, I'm alive, right? That's good enough for me."
"I agree with you, but Harry…what if there is still an alternate me out there somewhere, in a time where you had never been brought back to life? What if a part of me is out there, without you? What if in an alternate time, you're dead?" Draco shuddered, casting his inner forearms a meaningful glance. Harry leaned across to him, taking hold of his hands.
"Draco, do you feel guilty at me being here?"
"What?" Draco gasped, paling. "No! Why would I feel guilty?"
"I think you feel guilty that you might be happy, whereas another you might be out there somewhere without me."
Draco said nothing, but looked away, refusing to meet Harry's eyes. "I don't feel guilty," he murmured. Harry smiled softly.
"Listen, Draco. I'm sure that something happened here, that there was most certainly intervention from Persephone, but I don't think she would have you somewhere else all alone. Persephone wouldn't do that," Harry grinned fondly at her memory. "Persephone was unique, but not cruel by any means."
Draco nodded. "I hope you're right,"
"I know I'm right," Harry said haughtily, and laughed at Draco's look of distaste.
"You sound like me,"
"I know. All right, now it's your turn. You said you wanted to talk to me…. Something about me bleeding?"
Draco nodded, and squeezed Harry's hands, but whether to comfort himself or Harry, Harry didn't know.
"Now, Harry, I don't want you to be angry with me for keeping this form you. I'm hoping you'll understand that I didn't see the infirmary an appropriate place to tell you this. Especially with you under a lot of strain to recover."
"I won't be angry, Dray. It's okay,"
"Do you…do you remember what I told you the day you woke up?"
"Yeah, you said that I was bleeding badly, even though I had no wounds, as I had told you. You said that at first Pomfrey couldn't find where I was bleeding form, but in the end she did."
"Exactly. Well, she was searching every inch of your skin, desperate to find the slightest wound in which to pinpoint where all the blood was coming from. She nearly went into hysterics when she found it. It was a…very rare and peculiar thing."
"Was it bad, Dray? Was there something wrong with me? Do I have some type of disease?" Harry was scared now, and was sensing Draco reluctance to tell Harry what had happened.
"Harry, do you remember the last time we had sex?" Draco asked, looking pale. Harry was bewildered.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Harry asked. Draco sighed.
"Just answer me, Harry. When was the last time?"
It took Harry a few moments to think about it. "I think it was the night before Cassie told us there was going to be an attack on the school."
"That's right. Now, did you know wizards could become pregnant, Harry?"
That question caused Harry to gape in surprise. "No," he whispered, dreading where this was leading to. "How? How do guys get pregnant? And what does this have to do with me bleeding?"
"Guys can become pregnant only when they and their partner are exceptionally powerful wizards. When two wizards have intercourse, the dominant male's sperm seeks out a compatible sperm of the other wizard. If that happens, the receiving wizard's sperm transforms itself into an egg. From then on, the male's insides slowly transform into that of a women's. Males rarely notice they are pregnant before the first two weeks, only because they still look normal on the outside. They only notice because of their slight weight gain, or other symptoms. The male's parts only begin to change on the outside when they are around two weeks away from giving birth. However, it is highly dangerous for a male to give birth; it causes severe strain to a man's body, for they were simply not meant to have children. Men also are only pregnant for a third of the time women are, three months. This happens because the male's magic plays such an important role, that it speeds up the process. That is also why male births are so rare. Men are highly cautioned to use magic when they are pregnant, it could take away the necessary magic to keep the fetus alive. Pregnant men are at a much higher risk for miscarriages or stillbirths. That is most likely why you did not know of such a thing, they are so rare. I don't even think Hermione knows about them. Male pregnancies are most certainly not in any of the schoolbooks here. There is very little known about them. I believe the last successful male birth was around one hundred and sixty years ago. Children born form male pregnancies are extremely powerful. Can you guess who the last recorded male pregnancy child was?"
Harry thought about it for a moment, the sudden downpour of information overpowering him. He eventually figured out who it was. "Dumbledore," he whispered. Draco nodded.
"Yes, It was Dumbledore. I think there have only been a few hundred children born of a male pregnancy ever."
"Draco, why are you telling me all this?" Harry whispered, overcome by a sudden pain deep in his chest, and the feeling of absolute dread.
"Because, Harry. You were pregnant when you fought Voldemort."
"NO!" Harry moaned, in a half strangled cry. "No…it can't be…it can't…."
Draco pulled Harry's hands lightly, and Harry willingly made his way onto Draco's lap, sobbing hysterically into his chest. Draco held Harry in his arms, trying to comfort Harry through the emotional roller coaster he had already gone through. Draco was soon crying too, however.
"I'm so sorry, baby." Draco whispered into Harry's raven lochs, rubbing small circles into his back. "Pomfrey couldn't believe it…she had never even thought to consider that as a reason for your bleeding."
"I didn't even know…." Harry sobbed, shaking dreadfully. "I should have known…I should have sensed it."
"No, Harry." Draco said, pressing delicate kisses onto Harry's face. "There was no way of you knowing."
"If I had only known," Harry said, sobs shaking his entire body. "If I had known, I could have tried harder to kill Voldemort by using as little magic possible. We would be having a little baby on the way, Draco…a baby…."
"Please don't be sad, Harry." Draco said. "We are still young…too young to have a child. And maybe…maybe one day we will have one."
Harry looked up hopefully at this, despair clouding his eyes, and yet a small glimmer of hope. "You mean I could get pregnant again?"
"I don't see why not. But, Harry, are you sure that you would want to have the baby? Are you sure you would want to go through all of that? We could always adopt, and I can certainly have a child as well, I believe."
"No," Harry said defiantly, hastily wiping tears form his eyes. "I would want to be the one to carry it."
Draco couldn't help but smile a little. "You always were the Gryffindor, Harry. Always the brave little lion."
Harry nodded solemnly. "Who knows about this?"
"Just Pomfrey and McGonagall. I obviously haven't told Hermione and Ron."
"Draco, would it be okay if I told them? I know they would be there for us if we tried again…they'd be so happy. I know Ron would love to be a godfather, and Hermione a godmother."
Draco grinned. "Already have the godparents picked out, even though you're not pregnant?"
Harry nodded, a sly look on his face. "Not pregnant yet."
Draco flushed. "Well, we are a bit overdue for a celebration for you defeating Voldemort…. I think catching up would be a brilliant way to celebrate, don't you?"
It was Harry's turn to flush. "That sound's lovely, Dray."
Draco wasted no time in scooping Harry up in his arms, and carrying him off into the bedroom, both wanting to forget their sorrows.
End
EpilogueHarry Potter and Draco Malfoy were married two years later, both at the age of nineteen. Draco dropped his surname, in exchange taking up the name Potter, finally free of the name that haunted him his entire life. They had a house built based on their designs during their Honeymoon. Two weeks after their marriage, Harry and Draco returned to their new home, expecting a child.
Harry gave birth to a beautiful baby girl via Cesarean Section three months later at Hogwarts, wanting to keep the birth private. Harry and Draco decided on the name Emmiline Dragona Potter, and declared Hermione and Ron godparents.
Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley were married the year following Harry and Draco. After realizing that Ron's means of proposing were based on his will, Harry coaxed Mrs. Weasley into making up a story that involved her winning a thousand galleons, and having her give half to Ron. Twenty years later, and Ron still wouldn't know that it had been Harry's money that bought Hermione her engagement ring.
Harry and Draco Potter lived happily with their daughter Emmiline. Harry was always calling her 'Emily', where as Draco was persistent on using her full first name. After a long discussion, Harry and Draco decided that Harry would take the role of the 'Daddy' and Draco 'Father'.
Emmiline was four years old when her brother was born, Alexander Harold Potter. Alexander's birth would be Harry's last, for after bearing two children, Pomfrey said that his body would never be able to have a third. Hermione and Ron were once again godparents.
Hermione and Ron had three children, the oldest a boy, and the younger two both girls. The boy, who was two years younger than Emmiline, was William Paris Weasley. The girls were named Lyra Merope Weasley, and Venus Emma Weasley.
Emmiline was one of the most beautiful and peculiar girls anyone had ever seen. Her hair was pure ebony, like Harry's, except for a single streak of silver near the front of her face. Her eyes were the same silver as Draco's, but when she got angry, everyone said they sparked green. Her skin was the same milky white as Draco, but had the same lithe body structure as Harry. Mysteriously, she had a lightning bolt shaped birthmark on her left cheekbone, as did her brother, only his was on his neck. Draco, sometimes being the pompous man he was while in school, entered Emmiline into numerous beauty pageants, all of which she won. She was very mischievous, and had displayed her first sign of being a witch when she was only two. She was constantly stealing her parents' wands, and grabbing spell books form the library, where she's stay for hours, learning as many spells as she could. Harry and Draco slightly dreaded all of the numerous Howlers they knew they would be receiving the day Emmiline entered Hogwarts, for it was obvious that she was going to be the next Fred or George Weasley. Yet, they were always bringing her the latest inventions from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
Alexander had Draco's silver hair, but it was just as messy as Harry's. His eyes were emerald, and his skin was quite a bit darker than Emmiline's. He had Draco's build, as well as his sharp tongue, but only towards those that crossed his path. He was, like his sister, a fan of Quidditch, but he did not share her love of mischief and learning spells. Alexander, rather, would be the one inventing the tools Emmiline would use in her pranks, and also the spells she would often be using during fights. Alexander hated being dependant on others, which explained his habit of creating everything himself.
Once Emmiline came to Hogwarts she broke the rule, as did Harry, about being a First Year Seeker. She became the second youngest Gryffindor Seeker. She became captain of her team when she was a Fourth Year, and brought Gryffindor both the House Cup and Quidditch Cup all seven years.
Alexander became a Chaser when he was a Second Year, and became Captain of the Gryffindor Team once Emmiline had graduated. He was a Gryffindor Prefect for two years, and also moved on to Head Boy.
Harry Potter became the first Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that stayed longer than one year since Voldemort had been denied the job. After teaching his favorite subject for sixty years, he became Headmaster of Hogwarts for the rest of his life.
Draco Potter became and Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries, where he tried for years to bring back Harry's godfather form beyond the veil. After that task proved to be impossible, Draco focused his career on trying to understand and learn to harness the power that made his husband the most powerful wizard that ever lived-Love.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look out,
And barely conscious, you'll say to no one,
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know.
You've forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even thought I'm the sacrifice
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself.
I breathe deep and cry out.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
And if I breathe, I'll breathe
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you,
I'll wake without you there.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something…
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
A.N. Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me all the way through this story. I hope that you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I have writing it. This is quite possibly my favorite story I've ever written. Now with its finish, I will once again continue writing WotFP. If you haven't read it, please go and check it out. Please review and tell me what you thought about the ending of this story. Thanks again!